Oh no! This one’s going to have a body count!! (Pins on nurse’s cap and strides off purposefully to convert the mod lounge into a trauma ward. Fetches bandages, , anti-swelling hamster packs, hot chocolate, and puppy foot warmers for those who must be admitted.)

As soon as I saw this picture, I fell into making nonsensical high-pitched noises and heard myself squealing “wook at de widdle puppeh and dat treat is like half de size of him!!…” before I fainted from the cuteness.

Lucky for us, O No! is here wif her defribomasamecallit, and if we wait our turn, we will come to eiath hamsters tucked in our pockets, and puppy biscuits being waved under our noses (better then burnt feathers, I suppose).

True! If you hold in a squee, rainbow glitter will eventually explode out of your ears & mouth. Trust me, I’m certified. Or was that certifiable?!? :-)
They’re coming to take me away, ha ha hee hee ho ho!

but you do bring up a very important housekeeping note. now how do i put this delicately? ones time in the moderation lounge can be dramatically reduced with a … er … token of supplication, shall we say?